“Do you boss everyone around?” Ashley asks, crossing her arms and staring at me.
“Yes.” I place the scotch back on the piano and push the bench out, standing up and stalking toward her. Instead of shrinking back, she stands firm, and despite myself, I feel myself grow harder at her lack of fear.
Yeah, she is nothing like the women I normally fuck, and that makes her all the more delicious and desirable.
“Are you going to boss me around?” This time, her question is soft and breathy and an invitation to do exactly what I do next. I shove my hands into her hair and tilt her head back, plundering her mouth, her hands finding their way up to my shoulders and into my own hair.
I drop my hands down to her ass and pull her up around me, so tiny I almost feel like I’m carrying a child in my arms and I guide her legs around my waist. I hear her skirt tear but I don’t care. I’ll buy her ten skirts.
Later.
For now, it’s time to fuck her brains out.
I carry her outside through the back door and to my waiting stretch limo—the tire repaired, thank god—and slide inside with her, keeping her legs wrapped around me and my tongue inside her mouth the whole time. The limo pulls away quietly from the curb and I don’t care. Nothing matters now, except fucking Ashley Miller and showing her exactly who is boss.
39
Ashley
This is happening. This is not a hallucination, or a figment of my imagination. No, this is really happening. The moment Apollo told everyone to leave the bar, I felt my knees tremble and, in that moment, I knew there was no going back. I had become his, through and through. He grabbed me, took me to his limo and now… Now it’s time to sate myself, to do everything that I have been dreaming of.
With my mouth pressed against his, our tongues dance around one another in a frenzy, and my hands go down from his chest to his belt. I curl my fingers around it, eager to unbuckle it, but he stops me, yanking on my hair.
“On your knees,” he tells me, his voice more commanding than ever. His words make my insides clench and, if I was wet before, I’m a complete mess right now. I don’t think I have ever wanted a man this much.
“Is that an order?” I ask him, a teasing smile on my lips. He yanks harder on my hair, forcing me to throw my head back and look him straight in the eye.
“What do you think?” Just like that, I slide down from the seat and go to my knees, my hands running from his waist to his knees. Thank God stretch limos are this spacious. I position myself between his legs, moving my hands up and down but never really going for his crotch. There’s already a hard shape there, straining against his pants, and even though I’m dying to set it free, I take my time. Patience is the mother of all virtues, right?
“What do you want me to do…?” I whisper, biting on my bottom lip and taking both my hands dangerously close to his crotch. The fabric under my fingers is already tented up, and I have to fight back the urge to simply grab his cock and stroke him over his pants.
“Your little mouth… I want you to use it,” he tells me with a grin, easing the pressure of his fingers on my head. Never taking my eyes off of his, I grab his belt buckle and, moving slowly, start to unbuckle it. It comes undone with a metal clink and I pull the belt out from its loop, letting it fall next to him on the leather seat.
Using only my index finger, I let it go down to his crotch and I trace the contour of his thickness with my fingertip. I feel it pulse and throb, and my heart tightens inside my chest as I realize that Apollo is finally at my mercy… Or, rather, I’m at his mercy.
My fingers move as if they have a life of their own, unbuttoning each and every button on his pants. As I go down his crotch, his hard member pushes against my knuckles, urging me to go faster, and that’s exactly what I do; with one final tug I get his pants off.
Still biting on my bottom lip, I flatten the palm of my hand over his black boxer briefs, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it almost hurts. I’m still not sure how I’m going to fit a cock as big as Apollo’s inside of my mouth, let alone inside my pussy, but I’ve never been a quitter. In fact, I love a good challenge… Especially when it comes in the shape of twelve long and hard inches of cock.
Hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull them down and his cock springs free almost too violently. As it jumps into sight, I feel the flames of lust dancing behind my eyes and I can no longer resist it; reaching for it, I curl my fingers around his thickness. He’s so thick that grabbing him with just one hand is almost impossible.
“You’re really…” I start, looking at him while I try to look for the right words.
“I
’m really what?” he asks, looking at me devilishly. As he speaks, his cock pulses against my curled fingers and, reacting by instinct, I start to move my hand up and down at a steady pace.
“You’re on a whole different level… I never saw anything this… This big,” I finally manage to say, the grin on his face widening as I speak.
“And it’s all yours…” he whispers, running one hand through my hair.
“All mine,” I repeat, grabbing him tightly and leaning into his cock, my eyes never leaving his. I only look away when my lips are hovering over his glans, drops of pre-cum already glistening there. Using only my tongue, I reach for it and, the moment I finally touch the tip of his cock, his salty flavor hits me at once. It lands on my tongue and, moving quickly, travels all the way up to my brain, setting in motion a frenzy of desire and lust. “You want to see what I can do with my mouth, don’t you?” I ask him, pulling back from his cock and looking him in the eyes again. “Well, let’s see if you can take it.” With that, I open my mouth as wide as I can and dive into him.
I feel his shaft pushing down on my tongue and brushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes down, but I keep on pushing through. To see him and touch him was one thing… But to have him in my mouth is a whole new level. Only now do I realize how truly big he is and, if I’m being totally honest, I can’t wait to have him right between my thighs. I don’t care if it hurts, or if I can’t sit up straight for days… I just need to feel him in me, whatever it takes.
I push myself down until my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock, his glans already pressed against the back of my throat, and I hold my position there. I keep his whole cock inside of my mouth until I can no longer do it, and only then do I roll my lips back up his shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around his glans. I go all the way back, and my lips smack as his cock pops out of my mouth. Then, I tilt my head sideways and, with my lips pressed against the side of his shaft, I brush them down until my lips are on his balls. I grab his boxer briefs again and, tugging hard on them, I send them down with his pants to his ankles.
“Keep going…” Apollo groans, tangling his fingers on my hair again. I look up at him and, as I do it, I part my lips and suck one of his balls in. It’s large and heavy, and I can’t help but shudder as I imagine the amount of cum he must be holding inside of him. I have half a mind to suck on him until he succumbs to pleasure and gushes his load inside of my mouth, but I know that he wants much more than to just cum in my mouth… And, if I’m being honest, so do I.